The curator swept his eyes sideways over the crowd, his hands crossed on his waist, pacing back and forth in the room.

"It's not good for anyone to make a big fuss. You will compensate for all the things that are broken in this house today, and I am not a bully, right?"

A man in a black suit in the crowd walked out and said something by the neck.

"It's okay to lose money, but ......"

He changed his words and pointed his finger at Ji Canghai: "This person, and this corpse, I have to take it away."

The curator's eyes narrowed, and his tone suddenly increased: "Whether people can take it away or not, that's your business!" You can't take this corpse with you!"

Well?

I swept my gaze to the curator and suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Just now he clearly didn't want to expand the situation, and now he is holding the corpse, which is very contradictory.

And the curator's words completely angered the other side, and the man in the black suit walked up to him.

"This man is my own brother, why don't you let go?"

The curator showed a sneer and stepped on the floor tiles with his foot: "This is my realm! You're beating and smashing here, and now you won't let me make money?"

"You fucking listen to me!"

The smile on the curator's face suddenly disappeared, and he instead glanced at everyone with a gloomy face.

"Go out and inquire, who am I, Wang Haiqiao! You have to do two things now, one, lose money, and two, get out of here."

After speaking, he snatched the shovel from Uncle Wang's hand and poked it heavily on the ground.

"If you mess around, the morgue will be full today!"

Obviously, the curator is angry today, looking at this posture, I can't figure out if something really happens today.

Seeing that the people on the other side were silent, the curator waved his hand, and the shovel flew sideways into the crowd.

The security guards standing at the door rushed up, and within a few minutes, the group of troublemakers were beaten out.

The curator smacked me hard, turned around and pointed at me, gritting his teeth and scolding.

"You've been an eye-opener! They fight, and you go on too? What's the matter, *** drank mad dog pee?"

If he says that, I won't be happy.

"I don't want to fight! I'm forced to get there, and if I don't fight back, I'll have to go into the morgue."

The curator waved his hand: "Alright, I don't want to listen to your nonsense. According to the management system, if you fight, you will be expelled, and you will also roll the calf!"

it!

I immediately softened, and my words were unconsciously mixed with pleading, "Don't, Curator."

However, he left me with only one back.

First, Chen Changming borrowed money in my name, and then this kind of thing happened.

I thought it was transferred, but I didn't expect it to be even more unlucky!

Chen Jiayan walked in front of me with his head down, and his voice was not much louder than that of a mosquito.

"I'm sorry."

I looked at the nosebleed on her face that hadn't dried up, pulled a crumpled piece of toilet paper out of my pocket and rubbed it against her face.

"There's nothing to be sorry for, you go back and pack up."

For her, I can't be angry, and I don't have any resentment, but I'm quite calm.

"Hmm."

Chen Jiayan nodded and trotted away from the condolence hall.

After a while, the curator's phone called.

I secretly smiled bitterly, this is a repetition of the old play, right?

Sure enough, he just asked me to go to his office and didn't say anything else.

However, when I got to the office, a familiar figure appeared in front of me.

It's Brother Wang.

The curator was talking to him with a smile on his face, as if he were talking about some kind of shares.

I had just pushed open the door and was hesitating to go in, when Brother Wang suddenly found me.

"Oh, the little master is here."

Brother Wang took the initiative to greet me, put his arm around my shoulder, and pointed to the pennant on the wall with one hand.

"I'm here to thank you for coming this time."

After speaking, Brother Wang gave a thumbs up to the curator: "After the little master gave me instructions, I followed it, and everything was solved."

"You funeral parlors are really talented! After all, you have to be the right leader!"

When he said these few words, the curator couldn't close his mouth.

I can feel that this happiness comes from the heart.

Taking advantage of the enthusiasm of Brother Wang and the curator, I suddenly had a plan.

"Curator."

I interrupted them softly and bowed slightly: "I'll go through the resignation procedures right away, and I'll come back to you to sign later, and you two will talk first."

With that, I turned around and was about to leave.

"Why are you still leaving?"

Brother Wang stretched out his hand to block my chest, stopped me, and looked up at the curator again.

"This little master is powerful, he is leaving, and I won't join the shares!"